( He'll pour them both a drinky, and takes up some of the flowers and orphaned petals - little ones, with little petals - and he lets them flutter into the drinks. One might think he's making it fancy for Ish, but not so: just as last week, where he brought a number of things he liked to see if Witch liked any of them, too, this week, he brings this alcohol with flowers in this way because Hwylryn likes them, and he presents it to Ish in the same way he presents himself as a visitor.
He sets down the bottle and the fabric, offering a glass to Ish before he takes a seat with his own drink, pear on his lap. )
Are you feeling better?
( Ish was pretty agitated at the start, when he realized their memories were intact, and toward that end bit, when people started harping on him about his Goddess. It's been a minute since then, but Ish doesn't seem the sort to shrug it off and forget. )
( Teasing, but, at least, he won't settle on bullying Ish for an extended period this time. )
I'm interested in you.
( Honestly. There is no particular connotation here - interest is interest. Hwylryn, despite his form, and despite his complex feeling, is a beast. An animal may at times regard you, at times with no nuanced motive beyond to watch and gauge. )
It hurts my heart that Tiamat is no longer here. It troubles me thinking there may be more people I've lost that I can't recall. And that, likely, I will lose more. But...
( He takes a sip. )
I can't stop it. ( As he said, the week before. ) All I can do is look to our ringmaster, and wonder.
I know what love is, you know. I'm quite familiar with it actually, it's one of the things people chain the most in their hearts.
But saying it to me and saying it like that...why? [ he's in a better mood today, despite the insults that actually got under his scales. yes, he won't forget. but he didn't get as far as he has by letting his emotions control him completely (ironic).
the game is more complicated now, but there's more of a thrill to it than there was before. surprises aren't something he'll ever be able to say he truly hates. ]
( "it's one of the things people chain the most in their hearts" boy you can say that again (guy who loves too much and literally cannot take it anymore)
He tilts his head a little curiously. You've seen his dragon form, so it's not hard to draw parallel between how Hwylryn holds himself and how he emotes as a dragon - the particular way he tilts his head seems one such holdover; its twist is meant for a body more serpentine than this.
He hums, the tune quiet, brief, and melodic. He probably doesn't have a satisfying answer for Ish. )
Because I want to. ( Why does the ocean roll? Why does the wind flow? Because it does. ) Because that's how I feel, and I want to express it. I can only ever be what I am. And I wouldn't ask anyone to be anything but what they are. So if my feelings are unwelcome, whether out of disgust or indifference...
( He shrugs! That's fine by him. He doesn't say things because he wants anything from anyone. He will feel what he feels, and say what he says, without expectation from anyone else.
I think an animal sees every creature with its teeth bared once it's known hurt.
( In other words: I think you're projecting with this whole pity thing, but that's okay, too. )
I can say love has hurt me. ( Cheerfully, though the tension in the air - that stillness - doesn't shift to match his tone. He's aware of this, of course. ) Humans have, too, in some ways. I haven't come to resent either yet, though.
( Yet, Ish has... for whatever reasons. He was quite unhappy with humans in their projection conversation, and he's squicked (?) by love, regardless. So he is curious, but, in the same way he's fine with Ish sidestepping certain topics for now, he also doesn't seem like he wants to chase this right now. )
I couldn't care less if they try and hurt me. Physically, they've tried in a multitude of ways and while I won't say it's pleasant, it hasn't broken me.
[ bristling a little, because this is something he takes seriously. ]
If you can say it, then you're more awake than most are.
Well, I'd have to be. I was trying to remove myself from the cycle of love right before I was brought here.
( pretty way to say "provoking his friend into murdering him because hwy thought it would be too pathetic to take himself out" but it is what it is, and hwy knows it.
Doing it himself or making someone else pull the trigger doesn't change what it is, or that he's a pitiful thing. His twin and Balthazar would scoff at him, he knows. )
If it isn't because they've hurt you, what do you think they've done that would warrant their deaths?
( Ish already said that's not his motive or purpose with all this, and if that's true, Hwy's really just curious. )
( As someone who spent so many thousands of years holding onto a grudge against the people who killed a beloved and finally executed that revenge... yeah, fair enough. )
Then what's stopping you from acting on that feeling?
I prefer to watch and observe, it's what I was made for. But I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and it's cute that some people think that.
[ he has been Listening. as host, he is unfortunately immune to weathervanes of his mood, but his expressions as they tend to be, are as striking and bright as lightning itself. ]
Of course! Why wouldn't it be? Why would I feel remorse or regret?
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( He'll pour them both a drinky, and takes up some of the flowers and orphaned petals - little ones, with little petals - and he lets them flutter into the drinks. One might think he's making it fancy for Ish, but not so: just as last week, where he brought a number of things he liked to see if Witch liked any of them, too, this week, he brings this alcohol with flowers in this way because Hwylryn likes them, and he presents it to Ish in the same way he presents himself as a visitor.
He sets down the bottle and the fabric, offering a glass to Ish before he takes a seat with his own drink, pear on his lap. )
Are you feeling better?
( Ish was pretty agitated at the start, when he realized their memories were intact, and toward that end bit, when people started harping on him about his Goddess. It's been a minute since then, but Ish doesn't seem the sort to shrug it off and forget. )
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ooo the flowers are a nice touch. he's visibly interested in the drink, shifting his eyes from hwylryn to them, his smile lingering. ]
I don't need to eat, but I like food and drink. [ he'll raise the cup to take a sniff first, his tongue flitting out exactly like a snake. ]
If you ask me things like that, I might start to think you actually care about me.
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( Teasing, but, at least, he won't settle on bullying Ish for an extended period this time. )
I'm interested in you.
( Honestly. There is no particular connotation here - interest is interest. Hwylryn, despite his form, and despite his complex feeling, is a beast. An animal may at times regard you, at times with no nuanced motive beyond to watch and gauge. )
It hurts my heart that Tiamat is no longer here. It troubles me thinking there may be more people I've lost that I can't recall. And that, likely, I will lose more. But...
( He takes a sip. )
I can't stop it. ( As he said, the week before. ) All I can do is look to our ringmaster, and wonder.
( it u! )
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I know what love is, you know. I'm quite familiar with it actually, it's one of the things people chain the most in their hearts.
But saying it to me and saying it like that...why? [ he's in a better mood today, despite the insults that actually got under his scales. yes, he won't forget. but he didn't get as far as he has by letting his emotions control him completely (ironic).
the game is more complicated now, but there's more of a thrill to it than there was before. surprises aren't something he'll ever be able to say he truly hates. ]
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He tilts his head a little curiously. You've seen his dragon form, so it's not hard to draw parallel between how Hwylryn holds himself and how he emotes as a dragon - the particular way he tilts his head seems one such holdover; its twist is meant for a body more serpentine than this.
He hums, the tune quiet, brief, and melodic. He probably doesn't have a satisfying answer for Ish. )
Because I want to. ( Why does the ocean roll? Why does the wind flow? Because it does. ) Because that's how I feel, and I want to express it. I can only ever be what I am. And I wouldn't ask anyone to be anything but what they are. So if my feelings are unwelcome, whether out of disgust or indifference...
( He shrugs! That's fine by him. He doesn't say things because he wants anything from anyone. He will feel what he feels, and say what he says, without expectation from anyone else.
His head turns upright, the motion languid. )
Has love hurt you, the way humans have?
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No. And even if it did, I wouldn't want pity. [ he spits that out, takes another sip to clean his tongue of the taste. ]
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I think an animal sees every creature with its teeth bared once it's known hurt.
( In other words: I think you're projecting with this whole pity thing, but that's okay, too. )
I can say love has hurt me. ( Cheerfully, though the tension in the air - that stillness - doesn't shift to match his tone. He's aware of this, of course. ) Humans have, too, in some ways. I haven't come to resent either yet, though.
( Yet, Ish has... for whatever reasons. He was quite unhappy with humans in their projection conversation, and he's squicked (?) by love, regardless. So he is curious, but, in the same way he's fine with Ish sidestepping certain topics for now, he also doesn't seem like he wants to chase this right now. )
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[ bristling a little, because this is something he takes seriously. ]
If you can say it, then you're more awake than most are.
cw: reference to suicide attempt
( pretty way to say "provoking his friend into murdering him because hwy thought it would be too pathetic to take himself out" but it is what it is, and hwy knows it.
Doing it himself or making someone else pull the trigger doesn't change what it is, or that he's a pitiful thing. His twin and Balthazar would scoff at him, he knows. )
If it isn't because they've hurt you, what do you think they've done that would warrant their deaths?
( Ish already said that's not his motive or purpose with all this, and if that's true, Hwy's really just curious. )
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What else is there? Hurt someone I love.
[ he can say the l word, everyone clap!!!!
well, in this instance. it's special, or rather, he's picky on how he says it and how it should apply to him. ]
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Then what's stopping you from acting on that feeling?
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( Hwy seems as he always does, but the effects in the air about him shift - it shimmers, like heat over asphalt. It's tension.
It's not mad, exactly, but it's taut. He's thinking of Tiamat. It's hard on the heart. )
Has it been satisfying?
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[ he has been Listening. as host, he is unfortunately immune to weathervanes of his mood, but his expressions as they tend to be, are as striking and bright as lightning itself. ]
Of course! Why wouldn't it be? Why would I feel remorse or regret?
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You said it, not me.
( "Made for," huh... )
You can't make much in the way of connections, can you? And to put on the same song and dance week after week requires a specific sort of passion.
( Some wizards can do it! But only if that's their specific wizard obsession. He doesn't know if that's Ish's. )
Was this a duty your goddess assigned you?
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No. [ sorry he's sir ignoring everything else for different reasons than usual. ]
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Would she approve of this?
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No.
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Is the end result of this that important to you?
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Yes.
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( Yes it was a gimme, but as Ish has probably realized, Hwylryn is not particularly efficient - he is conversational.
And this is a conversation, of sorts. )
I did have something I wanted to trade for.
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[ he drops the curtness and adopts his previous cadence like donning a glove. ]
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( guy who wants to escape the cycle of love has resigned to the fact that he's still stuck in it until he's released from life's grip )
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